A Fantasy

I saw Winter 'neath a spindle tree,She plucked berries bright to crown her head.She was singing little robin's songWhile wild beech-leaves round and round her spread.I ran home into my little house,Pulled to the shutters, barred up the door;I knelt down to blow the fire to flame,Great dark shadows danced upon the floor.Long-legged shadows came from corners drear,Leaped up white walls, fell, and climbed again.I hear North Wind pushing at the gate,I won't open, not for wind or rain.Oh, run home, wee ones, lest the whirling leavesTake ye far ...

A Careless Heart

The wind has blown my heart awayAll on a summer holiday.If you can find it, pray you tell,For this is how the loss befellIf you will now my tale believe,I wore my heart upon my sleeve,So came it that, alack the day!The wind did blow my heart away.